Help is Never too Far Away

I’ve really had to push myself to come back and finish these stories off, so forgive me for the shitty endings.  I just thought you guys deserved an ending instead of leaving it hanging like it has. 

For several weeks, Eusine had stayed with Morty to ensure that nothing further happened.  Morty had been distant from him, but the brunet was beginning to believe there wouldn’t be any more suicide attempts – at least, it had seemed that way until Eusine had found his best friend in the middle of cutting his wrists. 

The older male had rushed forward, grabbing bloodied wrists as he searched for something to wrap around the wounds.  In the end, he settled on using the hem of his cloak, not knowing what else he could use and too afraid to leave Morty in this state.

“Are you serious?!” Eusine couldn’t help back snap at the younger, his dark eyes full of worry.  “Why would you do this?!  Why?!”

“You wouldn’t understand...” Morty sat on the edge of his bed, looking at his lap.  A single tear rolled down his cheek as he whispered, “Do you have any idea of how disgusting I feel...?  With what happened to me... I feel so horrible...  I just want to die, Eusine...  I don’t want to feel this way any longer...”

“You stupid...” Eusine cut himself off, knowing it wouldn’t help to reprimand the damaged male.  “You don’t realise how many people would be upset if you were to die...  All we want is to help you, Morty.  You’re our friend, and we care about you.”

“You shouldn’t...” Morty sighed.  “I...  I just don’t... want to be here anymore...”

“Why?  Because someone raped you? You’re right about one thing, Morty – I truly couldn’t comprehend that if I tried!  But you know what I do know...?”

“What’s that...?” Morty looked tiredly towards the floor, sighing. 

Eusine took a deep breath, knowing it was now or never; he had wanted to say this to the other for a long time, but the opportunity had never arisen before.  “...I know... that I love you, Morty.”

Morty just blinked, sure that he had heard wrongly.  “What?”

“I said I love you!” Eusine snapped again, honestly a little worried about the younger’s response; he wasn’t entirely sure of what sexuality Morty was, and the man had recently been raped...

The blond male took a few seconds to comprehend what had been said to him.  He wasn’t entirely sure of how he felt about the declaration, but it brought him some comfort knowing that he was loved. 

“...How could you love me after... after that...?”

“Because you’re still you, even after that.” Eusine sighed as he reached out, patting blond hair.  “You’re still you, Morty.  Nothing has to change – nothing at all.”

Morty ducked his head, knowing that the other was right – but after what he had been through, he didn’t feel as if he were still him...

“I’d love you, no matter what, Morty...” The brunet reached out, pulling his friend into a hug.  “Wouldn’t you feel the same way if it were me in your position?”

Morty nodded, returning the embrace.  He understood; Eusine was right.  Just because that had happened to him didn’t have to mean anything unless he allowed it to.  He could still be him, even with scars in his mind. 

Eusine still loved him, and that was all that mattered.